Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.